Chapter 45 Borrowing Brains (Non-text: The previous chapter has been overwritten by the new plot. If you have read the previous chapter before 2 o'clock last night, please read it again to avoid missing the plot.) Looking at the milk tea in front of him, Zheng Fa looked at Tang Lingwu in confusion: "I already knew that old man Bai was afraid of death, and you are still so young..." “It can turn white.” Tang Lingwu said in a low voice. Zheng Fa stared at her little face for a long time, not quite understanding: "Does your skin have this need?" In his opinion, Tang Lingwu's face was whiter and more delicate than his now. There was an eager look in Tang Lingwu's eyes and she nodded seriously, indicating that she really needed it. Zheng Fa shook his head in confusion and turned to look at the old man beside him. The old man also felt that Zheng Fa didn't understand him, so he quietly defended himself: "I'm not afraid of death, I'm full of nostalgia for this world!" As he spoke, he sighed: "Those young people on the Internet complain about wanting to die every day. When you reach my age, you will know what life is beautiful and precious. This life will end in a blink of an eye, so you will know how to cherish this life."
Looking at the old man's gray hair and wrinkled face, and listening to his sighs that were filled with some insights into life, Zheng Fa couldn't help but be moved. Tang Lingwu said with admiration: "Grandpa Bai, I rarely see people who love life as much as you do." "You don't understand!" The white old man waved his hands and said, "When I was young, I wrote a doctoral thesis like a pile of dog shit. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to graduate. When I started working, my leaders didn't treat me like a human being. I wanted to be a great mathematician and be famous for generations, but I didn't have the brains for it. I wanted to be an academic idiot and just eat and wait for death, but I didn't have that kind of father either." "At that time, I wished the world would end as soon as I woke up. I wanted to hang myself under the crooked tree in front of the college office every day to teach that stupid leader a lesson." "It's different now! My pension is tens of thousands a month, I own a house in Beijing, I don't have to work, and I don't have to take care of my grandchildren. I get up every morning to go to the park for exercise. I am strong and healthy, and I don't need young people to give up their seats on the bus." "I went out to watch square dancing at night. The old lady who was ten years younger than me heard my conditions and wanted to have a twilight romance with me every day." The old man looked at the two of them and said with emotion: "I have paid social security for decades and finally waited for this day. If it were you, would you want to die?" Tang Lingwu's eyes widened: "So you said that when we reach this age, we will understand..." “Yeah, you’ll understand when you retire.” The old man said as a matter of course. …… "As the saying goes, a skill should not be passed down lightly, let alone my master's unique martial arts. Your desire to learn martial arts is really not sincere." Although the old man's words were convincing and well-reasoned, Zheng Fa did not easily agree to him. "Master, please give me another chance. I will definitely study hard!" The old man looked at Zheng Fa eagerly and said. "Really want to learn?" "Want to learn!" Zheng Fa nodded and said, "I've told you in advance that your aptitude is not that good. If you really want to learn, you must not give up halfway in the future." "Absolutely not!" The old man slapped his ribs on his chest, making them pop. "Wait! Let me see your sincerity first!"
Zheng Fa turned around and took out several thick draft papers from the backpack on the chair. The above are the talismans from "The Complete Explanation of Talismans" that he recorded from memory. He spent a lot of effort on the first few volumes. What was a bit of a pleasant surprise was that after he mastered the "Spirit Crane Body", his memory seemed to be stronger than before because of the improvement of his physical functions. The old man held a thick stack of draft books, trembled his lips, and had a bad feeling: "How many copies of this sincerity... are there?" Zheng Fa slowly stretched out a finger and said with a smile: "A room full of people." There is no need to practice the "Spiritual Crane Body". The old man is now whiter than Zheng Fa. In fact, Zheng Fa didn't give too many symbol diagrams to Old Man Bai for analysis some time ago. He was more studying topology with Old Man Bai. After all, he would rather master this knowledge himself. But he also had to admit that he had very little talent in this subject. He looked at the old white man's head with curly hair. You scold me every day for being so stupid, but your brain seems to be working pretty well, so lend it to me. Before, the old man was really lazy and didn't want to be a tool. But now...wasn't this the old man's own fault? Just when the other party was feeling guilty, Zheng Fa naturally took it out. "Well, I'll continue teaching you topology, okay? It's safest to keep this knowledge in your own head." The white old man touched his head, seeming to feel a little cold. Obviously, he was still unwilling to be a tool, and he still struggled to speak. "I didn't say I won't learn. It's just that I learn slowly," Zheng Fa said with a smile. Top-notch private tutoring, he wants it. He still wants the tool's head. "Actually... I suddenly discovered that you are also a rough gem in topology." The old white man said sincerely. Zheng Fa sighed softly: "Then I don't think you are very sincere in learning martial arts." Seeing that he refused to give in, the old man looked at his hands, mainly at the milk tea next to Zheng Fa. He suddenly had an idea and remembered that he still had a teammate. His eyes twitched and he winked at Tang Lingwu: We are from the same country, don't you want to learn too? Please help me beg for mercy! Tang Lingwu nodded, as if she understood what he meant. She walked to the table, picked up the cup, and inserted the straw into it herself. A smile appeared on the old man's face. Ling Wu understood very well that when asking for help, one should have a service mindset! The next moment, he watched Tang Lingwu put her mouth on the straw. "Feed with your mouth?" The white old man quickly stretched out his hand: "This service is a bit too much!" Tang Lingwu swallowed the milk tea in her mouth and looked at him anxiously in confusion, as if she didn't understand what he was saying. The old man looked at her blankly: "Did you drink it yourself?" "Yeah!" Tang Lingwu nodded. "Isn't this your gift for becoming a disciple?" the old white man asked.
"I don't want to learn." Tang Lingwu lowered her head. "It can turn white!" "I am naturally beautiful." "It can be more beautiful!" the old white man was anxious. "Attracting bees and butterflies." Old Man Bai didn't expect Tang Lingwu to change so quickly. Thinking of the enthusiasm in Tang Lingwu's eyes when she talked about turning white just now, he couldn't help but shake his head, and the look he gave Zheng Fa was even more unfriendly. Zheng Fa also looked at Tang Lingwu deeply and understood what she was thinking. Probably she just didn't want to make things difficult for him. After all, if you want to hire a tool person at the professor level of Beijing University, a lifetime of milk tea may not be enough. As if she noticed that they were both looking at her, Tang Lingwu looked away and muttered, "I'm just a little afraid of pain and fatigue, and I don't really want to practice martial arts." The old man in white looked at her and couldn't help but slap his forehead. It would be better if there was no friendly army! He looked at the draft book that Zheng Fa placed in front of him with a troubled look, frowned and thought for a long time, then he sighed softly and pushed it away. This action was a little unexpected for Zheng Fa. Old man Bai was very obsessed with living a few more years. "What are you doing?" "I really don't have time. I have to write a book." Zheng Fa was stunned: "Are you really writing a book?" "...So you think I lied to you?" Zheng Fa nodded. The old man looked at Tang Lingwu beside him, and Tang Lingwu also nodded. "There's no trust between the three of us!" (End of this chapter)